Juan of a kind

Part Seven

The weeks pass and so does pre season.
We travel to America, a place I've never been before. We win all our matches and are feeling good. I have gotten close with a few of the lads but I am friends with all of them. David is like my best friend,my brother. He looks after me, makes sure I'm okay and get to training on time. I'm learning how to drive and I'm finding my way around the beautiful city of Manchester. In a matter of the days, the premier league will start again. My stage is set. Our first game is at home to... City. However we are feeling good and are ready to face out rivals.
I like someone. He's not on our team but I wish he was. Juan Mata plays for Chelsea. He plays attacking midfield, just behind the striker. Himself and David are friends as they both come from Spain and played on the youth team together. I first saw him play when he arrived at Chelsea and I thought he was excellent. My father always hated when he started against us because he is very good at free kicks. I decided to ask David about him one day and he told me he's a great guy who's kind and gentle. I didn't say much because I don't want David to know I like him incase he says something to him when we play Chelsea in a week.
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The day of our first game arrives. I'm a substitute for the game. The gaffer told me I will go on when the time is right. Everyone at United is impressed at my free kicks. They all stand and watch when I practise. The game begins. Within minutes we are 1 down. Boos fill the air as City celebrate. The gaffer doesn't look impressed. I have to feel bad for David, there was nothing he could of done to save it.
When half time strikes we go into the dressing room. The gaffer explains what he wants us to do and we go out and get underway again.
I sit in the stand and think, about my locker. I am next to David and Rio. Each players name and number sits at the top. We can bring anything we like for shower etc. I have my own room to shower in and and change. I then come back into the main dressing room with the lads.
My attention is caught by Wazza scoring a fantastic goal. We all jump up to celebrate. The stadium is on it's feet. We are back in it.
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We are struggling again. Still at 1-1 with 5 minutes to go. We all begin to panic when Aguero sprints towards David's goal unmarked. David saves and passes the ball long. Vincent Kompany takes Wazza down and we get a free kick. 1 minute left. The gaffer turns to face us. "Karia, come on get up. Go out there and take the free kick. I know you can do this. This is your time." I jump up and shake my legs out as I don't get time to warm up. The fans scream and cheer. This is my debut. I take off my jacket and step up to the line. Robin is coming off and he runs quickly. He pats me on the head and says"you got this got for it". I run on and I hear my name being announced. I run to Wazza who has the ball. He pats my back and steps away. I fix the ball and take 4 steps back.... I look up. Joe Hart stands tall in goal but, to the right hand side. I think for a split second got left Karia. This kick should be taken with the left leg into my right hand side corner but I'm going to try and spin the ball. I kick hard and fast and I succeed. The ball flies into the top left of the goal. I've done it. The lads jump on me to celebrate. We've done it.

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